More than anything for Valentines, I want something truly thoughtful and meaningful from the one I love. Gifts that come from your soul are the ones I gravitate to the hardest. But more than just your relationship with someone else, Valentine’s Day is most importantly about your relationship with yourself. Now, more than ever, we are on a path of living in complete alignment with ourselves. With this in mind, there’s a powerful practice I want share with you and push you to do. I love to write down little LOVE LETTERS to myself, and lock them away in prized possessions

I like to wear my strength on my sleeve, where others wear their heart. I don’t have any one religion, but I trust in a larger idea than just myself. I have a deep connection to my intuition, now more than ever, and I have found peace and strength over the years through crystals and stones. They bring me back down to my solid foundation and root me deep into my purpose, hard. They say it’s a blessing and a curse to feel everything so deeply, but connected to these little pieces of earth, the stones and gems, I put

Collections and what they mean to me go incredibly deep… get ready to swim guys. I’d love to say that I created swimwear because I want to empower women to feel sexy while showing a little more skin than they’re used to. While that statement does hold truth, it goes a lot deeper than that one little powerful sentence. I do completely want woman to feel empowered in my swim collection– but why and where does that notion of me wanting to empower women even come from? Why DO we feel less in “less”? Why is it that our bodies

…𝒶 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝓎 𝒞𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓈. 🖋 The one thing I never expected while getting older was getting softer. Vulnerability was definitely not a character trait of mine, and I always thought it was such a sign of weakness as a woman. But that was the mindset of a child and a young woman coming into her “self.” One that had no choice but to choose strength and hard-core relentless drive with no crack in her to allow any kind of vulnerability or pain to sink in. Now that I’m (a little) older I look back and honor who that

As it turns, I see my past in its reflection and strength in my future. It’s a strong, beautiful piece. Something that represents my dad & me. Strong and beautiful. This can mean so many different things to different people. Growing up, my dad was the epitome of a cool motherfucker. He wore a Stetson hat with red feathers and rode beautiful motorcycles. His mustache always ALWAYS groomed. Leather vest in perfect condition with buttons he made by hand — Indian head buffalo nickels he’d soldered button loops on the back of, and hand-stitched on just like his grandma

The hardest thing for me to accept as a creative was the evolution of my garments. As my feelings changed, so did my pieces, and always before they were finished. Always an uphill battle with my feelings and my art is the aftermath of it. I have put together my first documentary of this particular piece. The leather wrap corset and everything it took in me, from me and gave me. I didn’t do it alone either. A huge thank you to the women who helped create it, you all heal my heart in ways you don’t even know.